“You have to come,” Karen pleaded, grabbing Ace’s hand and pulling her. “No, I’ll just go to the White Mice,” she protested. The little blonde tried to pull her arm away but not hard enough to actually force Karen to release it. “But it’ll be fun and you’re always up for fun,” her friend encouraged.
Ace was lying on her bed relaxing, she really wasn’t about exploring some new club, besides she was hungry and the White Mice was always prime pickings on a Saturday night. There was Karen of course, but Karen was her friend and despite the fact that Ace’s stomach growled as her scent wafted towards her, she would not feed on a friend. “You’re cold,” Karen interjected suddenly and Ace looked at her with a playful face. “Yes, guess I’m coming down with something,” she said with a grin as she pulled her hand away and succeeded. A cold…HA! She needed fresh blood that was all, then she’d be perfect again, at least for a while.
Karen flopped down on the edge of the bed, rubbing Ace’s back, “Ace…Ace…” she began in that whinny little voice she always used in order to beg Ace to do something she didn’t want to. “The Sinister Puppet is supposed to be the best Goth place in town. Justin says it’s like a dungeon or something…please…please…please,” she began whimpering like a puppy. “I don’t want to go by myself. P…l…e…a…s…e…” she continued to whine. “Okay…Okay…just stop doing that,” Ace said laughing before whacking Karen with her pillow. They both fell over laughing, each armed with a pillow and flailing away.
Finally Ace hoped out of bed, she was wearing boy-shorts and a white vest. “How about we meet here around eleven?” she told Karen as she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Karen looked at the clock on the bedside table; it was nine. “Are you serious? That only gives me two hours to get ready!” she said in a high-pitched voice. Ace poked her head out the door, “I know…so you better get going,” she said with a laugh. “Later hon,” Karen said as she hurried to the door. Ace could hear the lock turn and the door close from the bathroom as Karen left.
Good she was gone. Ace was in the middle of throwing on some clothes to go hunting, when a knock came from her door. “Damn it!” she said to herself. “Who is it?” she asked walking towards the door. She peered through the peephole, “It’s me… Justin,” the short blonde boy responded from the other side. Ace opened the door and turned away. “What’s up?” she asked flopping down on the couch. “Thought I’d stop in and check up on you. Ran into Karen in the hall, she said you two are headed to the Puppet,” he added settling onto the couch beside her.
It didn’t take long for Ace to realize that Justin intended to stick around until she left, which hampered her feeding schedule a great deal. Eventually she excused herself and headed for the shower, she might as well get ready and hope to pick up someone at the Puppet.
Eleven o’clock and Ace and Justin stood outside her apartment waiting. “Where is Karen?” she asked impatiently. She was hungry, very hungry and her mood was becoming foul with it. “You know Karen, she has to look perfect before she can step out the door,” Justin said casually. He wasn’t bothered he was used to waiting on Karen. Justin had a thing for Karen, had for a while now but he was far too shy to tell her. It was strange, he could go the places like the Sinister Puppet, a place Ace had never been before, yet he couldn’t tell a tiny little brunette how he felt.
Finally she appeared dressed in dark red, which reminded Ace of blood and her stomach growled. Ace was dressed in black. Black calf-high boots and a black leather skirt that reached to her mid-thigh and a top that looked much like a corset, black with burgundy laces tying her in. The tope was very reminiscent of the typical wench outfit, cleavage showing and firmly packed into place. She was about drawing a little attention; after all she needed to pick up a meal tonight.
They caught a cab to the Puppet; the neon sign was like a beacon in the night sky as they approached. Karen peered over her in anticipation. Karen was very much the gothic type and lived for an opportunity to delve into a world she knew nothing about. Yes, she thought she knew but Ace knew better. The trio stepped out the cab, Justin paying the fare. The driver squealed out of there as if he was on fire. Guess he doesn’t like the neighbourhood, she thought with a smirk.
“So shall we get going here or else I can always head for the Mice,” Ace said teasing Karen. “I never knew anyone who spent so much time at work, when they aren’t working as you do,” Karen said with a laugh. “What can I say…I like the place,” Ace replied as she strode towards the entrance.
As soon as she stepped inside she felt it, like a flood at her senses…vampires.
The club was dark and mysterious, bodies hanging all over the walls like some type of torture chamber. The music was dark, almost menacing in nature, nothing like that in the White Mice. She seemed to float through them, those Goths and vampires alike, who filled the room. She could smell the scent of blood and her senses were lost in it as she began to hone in on the source. It wasn’t coming from a one of the mortals around her, it was coming from…the bar?
“Ace… Ace…”
It was Justin. “Hey, where’d you go?” he asked peering into her face. “I was asking if you wanted a drink.” Ace smiled, “Yeah…yeah I want a drink,” she said with a smirk. “How about I get it,” she told him before turning and strolling towards the bar. She looked into their faces as she passed, all were dark and almost dangerous yet she wasn’t afraid. She leaned against the bar and watched the bartender pouring drink after drink, some of which she knew was no alcohol. She smirked. “I’ll take one of those,” she said coolly, her eyes fixed on the red liquid being poured into a glass, “and two bourbon shots.”
